[Intro: Curren$y]
Yea, life
Type %#@!

You need to have a driver for this
Type %#@! you ride home too


^!$$%s too talkative
... $$# simps, I'm on this bossin' %#@!
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this

Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunch boxes, $#&@ it
If it could be sold then let's do it, if it could be sold we gon' move it

I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I'm not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it


My (*##$es gettin' high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon' get out it, whatever you put into it

So I go extra to make sure my %#@! come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, ... can tell her whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of %#@! I never use

Sittin' in that Skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin' weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over

Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I'll never die cause the music livin' in the streets
That's all that matter to me

Cause this other %#@! ain't real, them hoes just $#&@in' because of that deal
These ^!$$%s livin' life with you until they just get jealous and you get killed
I'm just ridin', smokin', prayin'

That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin' this money
Cause we legends in the makin', I'm sayin'


Yea life